Ode To Stones

Inscrutably solid in multi-shapes and colors
Prisoner of itself sitting Buddha-like forever more
Gazing mother earth reshuffling her pets
As mighty and small moan to subtle strokes of death
Slayer of Goliath, though David stole your praise
In twelve, you symbolized the twelve tribes of the Jews
But upon your historical landmark
They never treasure you like the ark
For Rick Praise's contest: "Stones"